Lines 897-925
CLYTAEMNESTRA:
Come to me now, my dearest,
down from the car of war, but never set the foot
that stamped out Troy on earth again, my great one.
Women, why delay? You have your orders.
Pave his way with tapestries.
[They begin to spread the crimson tapestries between the king and the palace doors.]
Quickly.
Let the red stream flow and bear him home
to the home he never hoped to see -Justice,
lead him in!
Leave all the rest to me.
The spirit within me never yields to sleep.
We will set things right, with the god's help.
We will do whatever Fate requires.
AGAMEMNON:
There
is Leda's daughter, the keeper of my house.
And the speech to suit my absence, much too long.
But the praise that does us justice,
let it come from others, then we prize it.
This –
you treat me like a woman. Grovelling, gaping up at me –
what am I, some barbarian peaco*king out of Asia?
Never cross my path with robes and draw the lightning.
Never - only the gods deserve the pomps of honour
and the stiff brocades of fame. To walk on them...
I am human, and it makes my pulses stir
with dread.
Give me the tributes of a man
and not a god, a little earth to walk on,
not this gorgeous work.
There is no need to sound my reputation.
I have a sense of right and wrong, what's more –
heaven's proudest gift. Call no man blest
until he ends his life in peace, fulfilled.
If I can live by what I say, I have no fear.